Chapter 709

Chapter 709:

And wasn’t Madisyn the person he cared for the most? Surely, he wouldn’t just stand by and let her die here. But even if Andrew didn’t show up, Savannah felt content with unleashing her fury on Madisyn instead. Someone had to suffer today, and Madisyn had the misfortune of being that person.

The servant trembled, his eyes fixed on the blood streaking down Madisyn’s body. He knew all too well that Savannah’s whip was lined with silver hooks, each strike more painful than the last.

Enough to break even the toughest soldier. Yet, despite the agony, Madisyn remained silent.

Madisyn’s face grew paler by the second.

Unexpectedly, Savannah’s eyes gleamed with a trace of admiration.

“You know, in all the history of our country, no one’s ever survived more than five lashes. After five, it doesn’t matter how strong you are—blood loss alone is enough to kill you,” Savannah said, watching Madisyn with unsettling curiosity. “I wonder if you’ll break that record.”

Madisyn’s face remained unreadable, showing no reaction.

Savannah let out a sigh, almost as if she felt genuine disappointment. “Andrew hasn’t appeared yet… Looks like he hasn’t gotten his memory back. What a shame for you.”

Her voice was light, almost mocking, as she lifted the whip high in the air again.

Even the servant couldn’t help but shut his eyes. The unsettling sound of blood dripping onto the floor echoed in the room.

Slowly, he opened them again, but to his shock, the blood wasn’t from Madisyn. Instead, a strong hand had caught the whip mid-strike, and crimson droplets were now falling from the man’s palm onto the floor.

The servant froze in disbelief.

Andrew had actually shown up! Savannah’s eyes widened in surprise, but that quickly turned into pure, seething rage.

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This was it. Andrew had regained his memory.

Just as she was about to pull the whip back, Andrew gave it a sudden, forceful yank, ripping it from her grasp. The unexpected pull sent Savannah stumbling backward, crashing to the floor.

Madisyn glanced up, and a flicker of surprise danced in her eyes as she saw Andrew standing there.

She had only been testing to see if he would come, and yet, here he was.

She couldn’t help but wonder—had he truly regained his memory? Had the recent treatments actually worked?

Her eyes grew misty.

A mix of exhaustion and relief washed over Madisyn’s aching body. But there was no time to dwell on emotions. Her mind quickly assessed their situation. Even with their skills, taking on so many palace guards would be nearly impossible. How could they possibly escape?

Savannah, now back on her feet, glared icily at Andrew. “When did you regain your memory?”

Andrew was still gripping the whip as he said, his tone cool, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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